Original Title: "Quand je vous vois"
Text: Pierre de Ronsard
When I see you, or when I think of you
Of a shiver all my heart quivers
My blood stirs and of a fertile thought
Another one grows, so sweet is the subject to me.
I tremble all of nerves and knees
Like the was in the fire, I distil myself
My reason falls and my strength useless
Leaves me cold breathless and without pulse.
I look like the dead, who is tumbled down the grave
So gaunt am I, dreadful and pale
Seeing my senses turn into death
And somehow I take pleasure in my embers.
Of an alike ill one and the other feel comfortable
I to die and you to kill me.
All poems written by Ronsard